They All Tried
They all triedthe earthen vase,the pale sunlight,and even the blue on the wall.They all tried to hold us together.But we still manage to stand out, to reach far,to fall – because it’s fun this way. — Jujube
Keep readingStars, Like Water Flowing
Stars, like water flowing from a jar, sprinkled upon the night. Like an artist from afar, painting a perfect light. A light veil of star light glows, touching our wandering heart. As we watch, nature shows, the true beauty of sacred art! — Rebecca Wiles
Keep readingSea-Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. — John Masefield
Keep readingWatching the Blue Sea
The ancient stone stands tall and steep,As surging waters dance below.Hazy gold bleeds into mist,where turquoise flourishes in salt-washed glow. –jujube
Keep readingMountain Dialogue
问余何意栖碧山，笑而不答心自闲。桃花流水窅然去，别有天地非人间。 You ask me why I make my home amid these green mountains; I smile and make no reply, for my heart is free of care. As peach blossoms flow downstream and are gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men. 李白 Li Bai (701-762)
Keep readingThe Stage Is Set
The stage is set. Afternoon creeps in,settling into the velvet,waiting for the weight of the hour to unravel,petal by petal. The patchwork of calico and creamlies undisturbed in a slow, rhythmic rise and fall.Dust, shadow, silence— just soft things to curl into. Nothing argues my nap here. –jujube
Keep readingPigments of Time
Pigments of timeblots and bloomsinto the canvas of dawn.The tiered eaves of the ancient pagodasign off the night with the waking rayMist drifts apartlike a half-whispered morning greetingforever deferred in the bleed of light. –Jujube
Keep readingA Winter Tree
Tangled vines,like frayed harp-strings,enact a wayward joy.Worldlings have turned away,hidden indoors to nurse their fire.But the trunk bends into a question markbetween frost and rust,challenging all the assumptions of the season. –Jujube
Keep readingStopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. — Robert Frost
Keep readingPrism
Where the light fractures,no shadow, past or present,can hide you. Time, pinned in space:does it lift what you carry,or anchor it forever? Amid the silent roar,going, yet never gone,you stand,trying to finish the sentence. — Jujube
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